Captain Underpants Tralala Novels & Stories

Kayla pov The hallway was already loud by the time we reached my locker, Priya talking fast enough that I only caught half of it, something about her and her boyfriend's six month anniversary, a reservation she'd been trying to get for weeks, whether she should wear the red dress or the green one. "Red," I said, spinning my combination without really looking at it. "Obviously red." "That's what I said, but he likes me in green, and I feel like that means something, right? Like maybe I should wear the color he likes instead of the color I—"

This man is a fucking stallion. And I'm standing here watching him fuck a pillow like some kind of pervert. Move. Now. I drop to my hands and knees on the floor, every muscle screaming. My hole throbs with each movement, air rushing in and out like I'm breathing through my ass. I am. Breathing. Through. My. Ass. Because Tristan fucked me so wide I'm basically a wind tunnel now. Jesus Christ, Carlton. Get it together. I crawl across the floor, wincing with every inch. My knees protest. My thighs shake. But I make it to the bathroom and ease the door shut behind me with a soft click.

Her eyes pause at what I'm guessing is a comment. “…Jayden.” The tone of her voice makes me nervous immediately. “What?” She slowly turns the screen toward me. There it is. How very shocking? Why'd I not think about her. The original uploader of the video is the blonde from Brian’s lap. Caption included. POV: The hockey captain steals another athlete’s girlfriend at a team party 😭 #CaptainStealsTheSkater #NorthfordScandal #AthleteConduct Athlete conduct? The fuck is wrong with her? That hashtag alone is enough to attract attention from the athletic department.

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

Captain giggled excitedly with no ounce of guilt. “No wonder I like you so much.” “Oh why thank you. Hahahaha.” Look at that…” One of the Mandrill Monkey shook his head. That angelic voice sighed. “There we go again.” His eyes plastered on Captain's delightful expression. “That sadistic homo sapian.” “That’s your captain, alright.” Brown slipped up his arm on that angelic voice. “You should be grateful, Petal.” Petal or that angelic voice just chuckled beautifully.

She seems content living like a human, happy. "And then he looked me up and down and said, 'nice tits!' and I just stared after him!" Frankie utters. Everyone laughs at her, more than delighted to hear about her and the hot guy she met at the beach. "Maybe you should drop your bra more often?" Lily asks. The sound of their laughter makes me smile as I hang another towel over the railing. The sun is on its way down, shining radiantly. I look up at it with tears in my eyes. "I hope you are happy with Elena, even though I sometimes wish you were happy with me,"

Every time I looked up from my desk last night, I had found his dark, intense gaze fixed on me, tracking my breathing, silent but fiercely protective. "Sasha," his voice was a low, rough rumble as he stepped into my space, instantly cutting off the chill of the corridor. "You don't have to go in there alone. I’ll break the door down if they push you too hard." A faint, sharp smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. The familiar, dry sarcasm that had protected me for years returned to my voice, a welcome armor against the panic clawing at my throat. "As flattering as the image of you committing federal property damage is, Captain, I believe a physical assault on a closed-door deposition room w

Alessia said, her voice dropping flat and cold. It snapped me out of my spiraling thoughts. I had completely forgotten she was still in my place, and my brain scrambled trying to figure out how to get her out without causing a scene. "Nico," she pressed, a sharp edge entering her words when I stayed silent. "Mmh?" I grumbled, following her gaze toward the TV. I sat up fast the second I registered the screen. It was the captain of 'The Serpent'—a total legend, my absolute idol, and the star of the pro team that invited us overseas to train with them at their camp.

Daisy, as if the entire novel weren’t a slow-motion warning about mistaking obsession for love when Priya dropped an iPad on top of her homework with the reverence of someone delivering a subpoena. “You need to see this.” “I need to finish grading these or Professor Alden’s going to make me retake comp myself.” “Bella. Look.” She looked. It was a video some hockey player, dark hair, broad shoulders, absolutely leveling another player into the boards while the crowd screamed. The caption read: NORTHRIDGE CAPTAIN LUCA DE SANTIS GOES VIRAL FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. “Okay,” Isabella said slowly. “And I care about this because…?”

Mia started unpacking containers pad thai, spring rolls, mango sticky rice while Zoe paced my tiny living room like she was about to set it on fire. “Okay,” Zoe said, finally stopping. “Here’s the plan. I’ve got dirt. Real dirt. The kind that gets people traded. Remember when Coach said the rookie puked in the team bus after the Vegas trip? I’ve got the video. And the time half the guys got matching tattoos of a dick on their ass because they lost a bet? Timestamped. And don’t even get me started on the group chat from last season when they were ranking the WAGs . ”